Friday, March 23, 2018

Yellowstone Apocalypse, or What Worries Me Most

There is so much going on out there, so much mischief and madness being thrown at us, so many toys coming out of those DUMB labs and archonic think-tanks that I can hardly keep up with it all. Then there's nightmare in Austin that seems to have risen like Cthulhu from the deep, dragging a gaggle of potent symbols in its wake like tin cans behind a newlyweds' Studebaker.

I wasn't planning on doing anything on this story because judging from the media and establishment reaction-- which has been oddly muted and disorganized-- it seemed like an all-too predictable by-product of the apocalyptic mess we're now living through.

I guess I was wrong.

I am very, very busy with real life so I'll try to lay out as much as I can in the time I can spare on blogging today. Because some very unsettling news is emerging on a topic I've been following quite intently in my free time these past few months.

But first, let's take a look at the news coming out of Austin.


We've seen a smattering of the usual "if he were Muslim, we'd be calling this terrorism" dribble from the 88 IQ shitbirds that squirt-out hatebait for the dying Mockingbird newsmedia, but there doesn't seem to be much fire behind it.  

I could be wrong, but I get the distinct feeling this caught Washington's witches and warlocks off-guard and could well have struck an icy chord of fear somewhere deep in their reptilian brains. 

Because if this kid could come out of nowhere and bring an entire major metropolitan area under siege and require a virtual army to track him down, just imagine what a couple dozen more like him could do.

As it happens there were some recent busts of would-be bombers that didn't make the national news. Either because it "didn't bleed," so to speak but maybe because agencies like the FBI would rather the media not give anyone any bright ideas, so to speak.

Crazy people with powerful firearms are scary; crazy people with homemade IEDs is downright paralyzing. There's also the possibility that this whole drama was orchestrated by a party or parties heretofore unknown, something that's probably keeping a lot of powerful people up late at night.

Then this pattern here, which is actually freaking me out a bit. 

The pattern of the bombing events creates a startlingly-precise mirror image of the constellation Lyra, which we've spent so much time wracking our brains over. 

And as you might expect, the site of the first bombing corresponds to --where else?--Vega.

Does this all speak to some ritual shenanigans on the part of some Deep State cabal of Nephilim cultists? Well, it's certainly possible, but right now my gut is telling me that this event could well have been orchestrated by parties yet unknown (or unknowable, maybe). 

It's very possible higher ups in our LEOs and intelligence agencies are looking at this pattern and wondering what the fuck exactly is behind this themselves.

As far as the Name-Game goes you have "Mark Anthony"--the name of Julius Caesar's right-hand man who assumed power after Caesar's assassination (on the Ides of March, incidentally) and then moved in on Caesar's strange, Cleopatra. 

Then you have Conditt- reminiscent of conduit-- but more directly connectable to Congressman Gary Condit, resident of Ceres (Latin for Demeter and Isis, et al), California.

Oldsters like myself will remember the murder of Condit's intern and lover Chandra Levy twenty years ago, on Beltane, specifically. Chandra is associated with the Moon, of course. I did do a quite a bit of synchro work on this case back in the day and this case was downright lousy with Druidic overtones.

So there's that.

And as we should probably expect by now, the exact location where this kid allegedly blew himself up sits cheek-by-jowl with La Margarita, giving us the requisite 2018 Pearl symbolism. 

More troubling to me- and again, in light of this Lyra connection-- is the fact that this drama with this kid all took place on the Spring Equinox, which gives the whole drama a faintly Druidic (and more specifically, Crowlean) tinge.

That and the connection to the Chandra Levy ("Joining the Moon Goddess") murder on Beltane and her own connection to a Condit ("Conduit") who actually springs from a city literally named after the Goddess of the Grain is just a bit too pointed for my liking.


Which one of you jokers is trolling the Qanon boards? This is twice now. I don't care myself, only it might earn me some heat from folks I don't much care to cross. So do me a favor and knock it off. 

Speaking of which, this story about the SES, or Special Executive Service, has been making the rounds with Qanon fan-types recently. It seemed like business as usually to me until I looked at the SES logo...

...and damn, if it didn't remind me of a Sumerian lyre, giving us that Lyra riff yet again. That's interesting in an of itself but there's also the numerology-- there are 13 stars and 7 strings on the "keystone" which is made up of four segments.

13x7= 91 (dimensions of Tower of Babel, Harvest 91, etc etc)

4+7=11, 4+13=17=Q and so on and bla bla.

In other words, typical secret-society OCD nonsense.


I've told you that "Pearly Dewdrops' Drop" is not some charming little New Wave Christmas Carol but what could in fact be the most terrifying song ever written. 

OK, OK, out with the laughter, mocking and derision. I can take it.

When I thought about "wakes to light the fire," I eventually hit on the Ring of Fire, the massive seismological danger zone that has been uncommonly active these past few months. 

And then comes this article from Linda Moulton Howe's Earthfiles, about weird and disturbing goings on in Oregon.

Well, whatever-- Earthfiles, right? Ancient Aliens, the whole bit.

Well, maybe not.

As it happens the authorities in Oregon seem to be preparing for something these past weeks, and one of the local major newspapers published an article saying you best put your big boy pants on, because a major earthquake is overdue and it could really harsh your mellow. 

The clear inference seems to be that you Portlanders think fighting the "Patriarchy" and "white supremacy" is powerful-thirsty work?  Oh, are you in for a reality check.

In all seriousness, if you're in the Cascadia area, start prepping now. Please. Bottled water, first-aid, non-perishable food, batteries, candles, and on and on. Don't wait-- do it today. Major earthquakes often come totally unannounced. 

That's scary; this terrfies the living piss right out of me...

You want to know what worries me more than anything in this entire world? Take a look at these....

As if the Yellowstone Caldera weren't terrifying enough, now we find out it's just the tip of a very, very, very huge mantle plume, that some claim stretches all the way down to Mexico.

Now even before this plume was discovered the possible effects of a supervolcano eruption at Yellowstone were incredibly dire; toxic gases could poison millions, the ash could blot out the sun for years over a huge swath of the North American continent, a "nuclear winter" scenario could cause widespread crop failures in what is the breadbasket of the world, which in turn could cause widespread famines and mass death.

Now? God, I have no idea. I'm sure a lot of you might. But I've been thinking about cascading effects ripping a path through the Rocky Mountain range all the way down to Mexico and maybe even further south. 

I have no earthly idea what kind of pressure that could put on the major faults, such as the New Madrid and the San Andreas, but nothing would surprise me. But what terrifies me is that this could somehow cause a chain reaction that would indeed "light the fire"- the Ring of Fire.

Now, odds are that won't happen any time soon, or at all. But you can't study history without realizing what an incredibly violent planet we live on and how many great civilizations were reduced to rubble following serious volcano eruptions.  

I can't even imagine what a super-volcano eruption would do to our fragile civilization, so reliant on technology and sophisticated systems of food production and distribution. 

Maybe I need to watch The Road again.